Poppy looked over at him, concerned. She brushed her hair out of her face and squinted at him, her lips pursed slightly. "Hey, you alright?"
He looked up at her, eyebrow raised. "Hm? Oh. yeah. This is just dull in comparison to what we've been doing."
"Don't tell me you miss camping in trees," she said facetiously, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly.
She paused, mulling over his words. She glanced up at him, her head cocked to one side. "Fighting people?"
"Mmyeah, like the bad guys. Y'know?" He shrugged, his eyes lifting and his hand momentarily traced over his chin.
Her eyes followed his hand for a moment, and then she blinked and they flew to his eyes. She grinned at him sunnily, her dimples showing. "Your bruise is gone. Completely gone. Take that, bed!"
He smiled, the corners of his mouth turning up. "Oh, good! Now I don't have to worry about that anymore."
"Unfortunately, there is a terrible rash that has spread down your neck," she said with mock seriousness, adopting a somber expression. "I don't imagine that anyone will be able to take you seriously like that."
She grinned as she took a few celery sticks and put it on her plate. "It is kind of weird though," she said thoughtfully. "I mean, you and I were put together to go into a battle. You're a fighter and I'm a medic. It is a little strange that they put us in an ambassador position."
"That's true, but I also makes a bit of sense. I'm supposed to hurt, and you're supposed to heal, so it's a good combination. We see things from both sides."
"I'm sure you'd give Shakespeare a run for his money," she said, closing her fingers around a mug of tea. Her gaze shifted behind him, and she frowned. "Evan looks particularly vengeful today," she said, eventually, her tone reproving. "Don't look now, though."
He seemed more surprised than anything. It was probably rather shocking to see someone seemingly heal in a matter of hours from a hard punch to the face. "That's weird," Poppy muttered, shaking it off as she took a sip of her tea.
Francis turned back around, adding powdered sugar to relish his coffee. "Yeah. Weird," he said bluntly.
Poppy sighed irritably, stirring her tea with a spoon. "Honestly, I can't wait until we get to the colonies. I'd imagine he's going to get off there." She rubbed her pinkie nervously. "I swear that he keeps acting stranger and stranger."
He nodded quietly, drinking his coffee. "Yeah, he better cut it out. It's not attractive to do what he is." (Francis totally wants to fight him.)
